(Khushwant Singh's translation of a Majrooh Sultanpuri original)
When I took your hands in mine
Winds began to change their course,
My destinations came within easy sight
Lamps along my route turned bright.
My question made her blush deep red
Embarrassed, she lowered her head;
Her jet black tresses were such a sight
Revealing dark mysteries of the night.
Words that she could not speak
Found their way in verse and songs of mine
Lips that I could not touch
Mingled in my goblets of wine
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